Sick Prince Rescue Plan

He does not believe in Buddhas, so he is not interested in these Buddhas and gods, and naturally does not understand the name of this master Zhuyou.

On the contrary, the officials underneath heard this name and reacted strongly.

"Yes, His Royal Highness is a great idea! Master Zhuyou is very prestigious among the people, and the national teacher is afraid that he is not as good as him. It would be better for him to preside over the ceremony of sacrifice to the heavens!"

The left is very excited.

The right is not prejudiced against Master Zhuyou, that is, he can’t be proud of the left, and he has to run a few words, "Oh, what I think is beauty, Master Zhuyou often travels everywhere, where can I find it?"

The left side did not speak.

The emperor glared at the right side. This brainless man was always confused.

"Who is this Master Zhuyou?"

"Your Majesty, Master Zhuyou is a young eminent monk with a very accurate fate. He travels around the world all the year round to help the poor, so he has a high reputation among the people."

The Shangshu of the Ministry of Rites stood up and said that the words seemed to admire the monk very much.

The emperor nodded, and glanced at the prince without a trace, "It's not impossible to let him act as the national teacher temporarily, but I don't know if I can find someone now..."

As soon as this statement came out, everyone else looked at the prince.

"Does the prince know his whereabouts?"

Xiao Jinshao shook his head: "Erchen met Master Zhuyou once in Anguo Temple. After that, he is still there. Erchen doesn't know, but he can send someone to find him."

The emperor nodded slightly, "That's it..."

"Your Majesty, the minister thinks that if Master Zhuyou is really in Anguo Temple, then he should send a valuable person to invite him in person, and he will show his sincerity."

Youxiang suggested.

This incident is also a beautiful thing. If you really invite Master Zhuyou, you can still make a good reputation, why not do it?

Everyone looked at Xiao Jinshao and Xiao Jintang on his side. After all, if it was true identity, no one was more suitable than these two.

Xiao Jintang also understood this truth, and took a step forward, "Father, my son is willing to personally invite Master Zhuyou."

The emperor was happy, but still embarrassed on his face. He glanced at Xiao Jinshao: "Prince, what do you think?"

Xiao Jinshao handed his hand: "I have no objections. If the second brother can invite him in person, I think Master Zhuyou will be very happy."

"Okay, that's it, my second child, I will invite you to the master in a moment."

"Yes, my son will follow the order."

…

After leaving the dynasty, Xiao Jinshao ignored everyone's inquiring gaze and walked out of the palace quickly.

Think I'm a fool?

Xiao Jinshao smiled low.

You can't please the odd temperament that you worry about in a hurry.

Instead of wasting time on him, it's better to go back and eat with the little guy.

After lunch, Xiao Jintang changed into a normal suit and went to Anguo Temple lightly.

After climbing the mountain, he found a little novice monk, "Excuse me, is Master Zhuyou here?"

The little novice monk bowed, "Yes, Master Zhuyou is preaching in the back mountain, please come with me, the donor."

Xiao Jintang is overjoyed, just be here!

He hurried to the back mountain, and was shocked by the scene in front of him.

There was a platform in the back mountain, and hundreds of people were squeezed and sat next to each other, all of them listening religiously to the Buddhist monk in the middle.

He knew that the so-called Master Zhuyou was young, but he didn't expect him to be so young!

It looks like it's no more than twenty or so, you are already a high-ranking monk among the population?

He doesn't quite believe it.

But looking at that person in a golden robe, warmly plated by the sun, he really has such a somewhat otherworldly temperament.

Isn't it deceived by the skin?